During the last post Granny Smith asked what the affect of divorce has been on my daughter! Can one really know what the full affect is? I can tell you the grief never ends. Issues I contended with oh so long ago now plague her. Fortunately she has better boundaries than I had. The relationship is fraught with disappointment. Nothing a mother would wish on her child. Sadly I’ve been stunned by how things transpired for her during and after divorce, with still no relief in sight! This poem sums up my little piccolo also known as the flute!
Contorted Melody
Haunted by my past mistake
Once thought a glorious choice
As the song of life played out
Silence became my voice
Drums of guilt pound out the beat
Opus of a twisted show
Majors confused with minor scales
Contorted horns still blow
Challenged Bass, sounds distort
Clarinets lose their leads
Piccolo plays quietly alone
The Strings cry impedes
Symbols stir an anxious shift
Flute persistently plays on
Metronome clings to the memory
Of the orchestrated, childhood song
8 comments:
Guilt is part of our genetic make up.
it IS a great painting
Great painting. You express the feelings of the divorced mom so well.
Sherrie, my dear, dear friend, you cannot what if. I won't help...you or the kids! If the outside is any indication, you have done an extraordinary job of raising a beautiful, well adjusted young woman. Congratulate yourself...don't feel quilt. That only hurts both of you. You did what you had to do! Just keep going as you are, one day at a time, doing the best you can do!
I love you!
Your words are just wonderful. To use musical discord to explain these feelings is inspired
I love the painting, the little hearts remind me of candy corn!
I think the poem is your best one yet.
the musical metaphors are simply brilliant and gave me chills!
You are so talented in expressing your raw and deepest feelings.
btw.. the canvas is outstanding! if it's even more vivid than the photo it must be amazing! xoxo
How creative and full of raw emotions. You nailed it Sherrie!
Love,
T
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